When Shen Fanyin learned that the trainees were fighting, he was sending WeChat messages with Jing Zeheng.

[When will your side end?] 】

[I haven't started yet. 】

[The project is going to be boring, I'll pick you up, right?] 】

【……】

[Buy you milk tea. 】

【……】

[Is it good?] 】

[Not good. You work well. 】

[But I miss you.] 】

Shen Fanyin looked at the little stars on the screen, listening to the melons that the trainees were fighting, and his head was about to explode.

On one side, the little girl pulls her hair, and on the other hand, her boyfriend has no intention of working.

She's hard.

The phone is still vibrating, obviously a WeChat bombardment by a certain boss who has not received a reply.

Shen Fanyin replied casually, "I miss you too", and then asked Su Xingmu, "Why don't I come back tomorrow?"

"They're used to them." Su Xingmu's face was gloomy, she knocked on the table, and said, "I don't think I'm still tired, from today until the finals, I will train for two hours a day."

Two hours.

Doesn't sound like much.

But the problem is that they have twelve hours of practice a day.

This kind of dance practice, which consumes a lot of physical strength, is enough to make people desperate by adding half an hour, and they fight one by one, directly beating themselves to the peak of despair.

The dance teacher didn't say much, nodded and went to announce the bad news.

Shen Fanyin was a little unbearable: "Mr. Su, if you practice like this, can your body stand it?"

"You don't know this circle," Su Xingmu replied with a smile, "Every artist who can stand on the stage is either talented or has practiced diligently for decades, and no one can win by lying down."

Shen Fanyin smacked his words and nodded.

"So, even though I'm angry, I didn't let you go back." Su Xingmu said, "It's really bad for you and Jian Bai."

Su Xingmu did not take back the opportunity that should be given, this is already the greatest tolerance.

Shen Fanyin held his cheek with one hand and was silent.

Until the phone vibrated continuously again, dragging her distant thoughts back.

When I looked down, it was her boyfriend who refused to work hard.

"Hey? What are you doing?"

Shen Fanyin picked up the phone helplessly.

"What floor are you on?" Jing Zeheng asked very directly.

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

At this speed, when he sent himself WeChat, he would go downstairs to Xingrui, right?

"If you don't say it, I'll look for it next to each floor."

Shen Fanyin: "11th floor."

"Okay, wait for me."

The phone hung up, and Su Xingmu casually asked, "Mu Mu?"

The corners of Shen Fanyin's lips trembled slightly: "No, it's my worthless boyfriend."

Su Xingmu: "......"

Looking at Quan'an City, those who dare to comment on Jing Zeheng like this are the little ancestors in front of them.

When Jing Zeheng arrived at the clothing department, Shen Fanyin was picking out clothes for the girls.

For more than two dozen people, customization is too late, and picking from the existing clothing library is the best choice. z.br>

Seeing him coming, Shen Fanyin just raised his eyes, and then continued to work.

However, the trainees who were waiting on the side covered their mouths excitedly, looking at Jing Zeheng with little stars in their eyes.

The same is true of Nie Bao'er, who was squeezed into the corner, she didn't have the same excitement in her eyes as everyone else, she just stood up straight and pinned the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ears.

Jing Zeheng turned a blind eye to their gaze.

Su Xingmu stood up and nodded at him with a smile: "Mr. Jing is here."

"Excuse me." Jing Zeheng nodded slightly, and walked straight towards Shen Fanyin.

He handed her the milk tea cup with the straw inserted, "Tired, aren't you? Take a break."

Shen Fan

"I've only been on my feet for two minutes."

After that, the tempting sweet fragrance of milk tea has rushed into her nose.

She couldn't hold back, and she took a sip of his hand.

Jing Zeheng smiled at the corners of his mouth, put down the milk tea cup, and said to her, "I'll help you."

Shen Fanyin rolled her eyes at him: "Don't, it's boring too."

"No, it won't." Jing Zeheng sat down at the table, corrected it and emphasized, "I also need to learn about the fashion industry."

Shen Fanyin didn't want to speak, and handed the selected clothes to the girl next to her: "You go try it first, and then do a few difficult dance moves to see if it will restrict the movements."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Shen." The little girl's face was flushed, she bowed politely, and trotted into the changing room.

Shen Fanyin shuttled through the hanger, and was in no mood to take care of Jing Zeheng at all.

Jing Zeheng looked at her, and the corners of his mouth were always smiling.

Su Xingmu looked at them and couldn't help but chuckle: "Mr. Jing, when will you put the wine?"

Jing Zeheng replied in a good mood: "Look at her, when she says to marry, I will marry when."

Su Xingmu was stunned, and finally understood that Shen Fanyin's evaluation was not untargeted.

It's really worthless.

Shen Fanyin quickly matched the two girls with performance costumes, turned around to see the next one, but crashed into Jing Zeheng's arms.

Shen Fanyin's cheeks were slightly red: "What are you doing?"

There are so many people, and most of them are strangers!

Jing Zeheng put one hand on her waist, with an innocent face that didn't want to disturb her work: "I just suddenly remembered that I wasn't sure which outfit to wear at the evening drinking party, I want to ask you."

Shen Fanyin looked at him intently, as if asking: Do you think I believe it or not?

Jing Zeheng has always been neat when he goes out, and the suits are all matched with the whole body when he buys, and he can wear whichever set he wants.

Can he suddenly think of tidying up after himself?

Shen Fanyin felt that what she was facing now was not Jing Zeheng, but a peacock who was trying to open the screen.

She smiled, a little helpless.

Raising her hand to push him away, she said, "I'll talk about it later, I've always been the uncle who gives money here, let me take care of you after I understand Mr. Su's service."

Su Xingmu: "I'm not in a hurry here, you're busy."

The final is next week, so it's not a prevarication to say that you are not in a hurry.

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She directly ignored Su Xingmu's words, and pushed Jing Zeheng again: "Go and sit over there, don't make trouble for me."

She deliberately lowered her voice, her delicate tone feathering him.

Jing Zeheng: "Hmm."

Shen Fanyin was addicted to work and couldn't extricate herself, and it wasn't until Nie Bao'er stood in front of her for the last time that she vaguely realized that Jing Zeheng was extraordinarily abnormal today.

She subconsciously glanced at Jing Zeheng, and sure enough, she met his gaze.

He......

The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth rose slightly, and he gave him a reassuring look, looked at Nie Bao'er, and took out a set of dark purple sportswear from the hanger.

This sportswear has a good sense of design, and the seams are embellished with silver laser cloth, which is very eye-catching on the mottled stage.

Although Shen Fanyin hates Nie Bao'er, she will not retaliate with this kind of thing-

This is her own business, she has to cherish her feathers, and she can't smash her signature because of a little personal emotion.

Nie Bao'er looked at this sportswear but was directly annoyed: "Shen Fanyin, what do you mean? I give everyone else skirts and shorts, and I come here with a tightly covered tracksuit? You don't have to be so obvious for your personal vendetta!"

She frowned, and the tears that came with her were like tap water, and they flowed down at once.